| The mist is rising in the early morning
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| the three goddesses of the underworld
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| screaming upon us
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| surrounded by brothers
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| clung to my bagpipe
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| pride 's the only way to fight fear.
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| I am blowing drones breathing the bagpipe,
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| under my arm I called it breath of wisdom,
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| silence is broken and the shaking ground,
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| marching through the sound of infinity.
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| Blinded by poisons fury, is her action,
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| Nemain is rising in the sky.
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| Crying out loud her inhuman satisfaction
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| soaring over through dead bodies
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| I’m howling a dark anthem
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| bringing brothers to a clash
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| I’m bringing glory to my clan.
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| Restless, I’m blinded in oblivion,
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| twisted visions of an astral combination,
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| for my thirst of blood, is insatiable,
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| for the world as we know it is scattering.
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| I am blowing drones breathing the bagpipe,
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| under my arm I called it breath of wisdom,
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| silence is broken and the shaking ground,
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| marching through the sound of infinity.
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| Measuring the courage of whoever is dying,
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| my immortal soul feels the bites of the incoming winter,
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| as my eyes were the mirrors of the elder gods,
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| now reflecting impalpable desperation.
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| Blinded by poisons fury, is her action,
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| Neman is rising in the sky. |